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Jan 2019
It's a wonderful day.
So I drink.
Skies are grey when the son is

I'm on the brink of tears.
'cause my pen's out of ink.
I need ritalin with a beer. 

You'll say  I've  wasted my years.

But who cares if my brain's purée?
This is my life and I don't need it anyway.

January first, I'm out with the boys.
Oh the Joys of avoirdupois.
Bowing to the sink.
The Popped collars on our polos, salmon pink.
We drink until we can't think.

She'll  take my kid away.
I can't live a single man life.
I still need to pay.
No man's lonely without a wife.
I'll visit next birthday.

An unskilled worker's pride,
Always fills the void inside.

Dole squad can catch me.
I won't have pay no fee.

New year, same me.
Happy 2019.
Love you.
Written by
Klaus  15/M/Ireland
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